Lakeside Fried Cheese and Scarves

Wisconsin has something nowhere else has: fried cheese curds. If you are like me, and had never experienced these, they sound super gross. Quite the opposite is true, and the best ones are enjoyed freshly fried by the lake. It's already chilly out and the breeze off the water brings everything you love about fall into the forefront of your mind. The bad part about the colder temperatures is that Northpoint, the source of the best cheese curds in Milwaukee closes October 3rd for the winter months. Not my favorite, but I will find some way to cope.

Another awesome things found last weekend was the town of Cedarburg, Wisconsin and their Wine and Harvest Festival. Probably 4 times larger than any festival of the sort that I've ever attended, there was wine, food, candied nuts and kettle corn. Booths lined the small town's adorable streets, and people strolled in their scarves and Packers jerseys. Several of the vendors were watching or listening to the game on portable electronic devices, but none surpassed the pure badassery of this monster:

Could you resist such a beauty? Also this week, an old friend sent me this gem (courtesy of Futurama):

Thursday night at the Turner Ballroom, I saw Tokyo Police Club in concert, and some other exciting band that was played before them, but I never caught their name. The picture below is of the mystery opening band. The light show of the Tokyo Police Club was bright/assaulting/mesmerizing/totally rad. As lame as this might sound, one of my favorite things about shows here is that there is consistently one opening band and then the headliner. No standing around for 5 hours waiting for the crew to set up between sets. Brilliant.

The weekend has brought a brand new haircut and the discovery of a swanky wine boutique furnished like the study in the Clue movie. Expect booze for Christmas, friends.

Oh, hi again

Hello all two of you!

You may not have noticed or cared, but it's been almost two months since the last post on this here little site. I've returned to Milwaukee after just under a month in Missouri. Things are a little different here now with the absence of the warm weather and Jessica (who will be in Spain for the coming months). Also new is my residence, which may or may not be featured at a later date once paint is dry and furnishing is completed. One of my favorite things about my apartment is that many more things are accessible by foot. Walking past the drive-thru doughnut stand, Sil's, this evening, the scent was unbearably intoxicating. It is a mixed blessing to have doughnuts hot and fresh at all times a short walk away from your door. We'll see how it goes. Just a few feet away from Sil's remains the epic sinkhole from the summer's flood, which is scheduled to be patched up within the next couple of weeks. You'll be missed, Sinky.

It's now the perfect weather for the autumn lovers (read: me), able to emancipate jackets and warn-in boots from their summer prisons and revel slight bite of cold in the air. Transitional weather has the cleanest smell, crispness cut with the warmth of laundry's dryer sheets escaping from houses. It's that last bit of lightness before the spicy buttery sweet baking smells emit from winter kitchens. The leaves will soon turn to fiery hues and the magic will begin in earnest and I will be giddy with excitement about pumpkins hay rides and apple orchards.

For now, I'll wait patiently and enjoy the final bits of summer and outside patio sitting. Hooray!